August 26, 2011

Rush hour

driving home at half speed.
a power line stretched across
the highway.
birds perched lazily
in a dot, dot, dash formation.
are they trying to tell me something?

1 comment:

matt said...

Ten years down the road
What will we have to show?
Except a few empty words and hollow songs
Big slogans and catchy tunes
Are all well meaning schemes
But it's up to us to live our dreams

I'm calling out an S.O.S.
Are we a threat?
Or is our revolution dead?

Out of touch but I still believe
So where does that leave me?
Searching for a method to all this madness
Do the answers even exist?